cats get confused too

A couple of nights ago, Hubs and I swapped sleeping positions because somehow I wanted to sleep on his side instead of my own.

Hubs’ side of the bed is where we place Cinders’ “bed” so when she wakes and wants to get out of the room, she usually walks round the bed to get to my side and jumps on. Then she would gingerly thread on my body and sit herself on my chest, pawing at me gently to wake me up. If that doesn’t work, she would rub her nose on mine until I wake up.

She was already asleep by the time we swapped positions, so she didn’t know that Hubs would be sleeping on my side instead. Minutes before we fell asleep, we wondered if Cinders would wake the wrong person later in the night.

Background info: Cinders is always wary about Hubs because he’s the disciplinarian in this household. When I nap, she would sleep on the bed with me, but somehow when Hubs is in bed too, she would NEVER dare to stay on the bed for more than 5 minutes. Quite often I’d be cuddling her in bed and the moment Hubs walks into the room, she would sprint off and settle in her own corner before Hubs even has a chance to raise his voice at her. We always found that very endearing, almost like she knows her own limits.

So both of us drifted off to lala-land. A couple of hours later, I heard Cinders’ bell tinkling away. I opened my peepers and I saw her sitting on Hubs’ chest and smelling his face, looking quite bewildered. I held back the urge to laugh out loud and continued to spy on the poor kitty. She kept staring at Hubs’ face and then turning over to look at my face. Then after some more face-smelling, she slowly backed herself from Hubs and tiptoed over to where I was sleeping.

I could almost hear her breathe a sigh of relief when she found me. She lick my cheek and I gave her a headrub. If she could speak English, she probably would have said: “Thank goodness I found you before daddy got up and whacked me hard hard in my butt butt again. Save me, mummy!! I want to go pee-pee!!”

And because we were so evil towards her, she’s been squinting at us recently as if we were criminals being prosecuted.